I hate when I don't like people. The world would just be better if everyone liked each other. That's not the case, sadly.
Anyway, so last night Tiffany was talking about Roman Numerals. I don't really care about Roman Numerals, so I zoned out. I started thinking about this girl who just irks me, and I guess I was making a face. My dad noticed, and when I told him what I was thinking about I could tell no one believed me at all.
Whatever.
I felt the need to complain about that, since I hate it when people don't beleive me.

I got this awesome SAT book. They make it funny.